Many years ago I came across a poem, which I wrote into the flyleaf of my Bible. I’ve read it so often that it’s etched in memory now.
I thought I’d share it here. You will recognize one of its lines as the title I used for an earlier post.
I read Thy word, O Lord, each passing day,
And in the sacred page find glad employ.
But this I pray:
Save from the killing letter; teach my heart,
Set free from human forms, the holy art
Of reading Thee in every line,
In precept, prophecy and sign,
Till all my vision filled with Thee,
Thy likeness shall reflect in me:
Not knowledge, but Thyself my joy!
For this I pray.